i’ve resurfaced from my own personal hellhole to give you this
now, to crawl back in again
just once i wanna put the blade of my sword under a pretty boy’s chin and tilt their head up so i can see both fear and arousal in their eyes is that too much to ask
Keith: If I can't reach it, I don't need it.
Lance: So no more kisses?
Keith: Bend down, bitch.
[keith babysitting lance’s niece]
kid: can i have a candy?
keith: what did lance say?
kid: no.
keith: then why would i let you?
kid: he’s not the boss of you.
keith, internally: it’s a trap.